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jacktellslies) wrote2007-12-22 05:20 pm
jacktellslies) wrote2007-12-22 05:20 pm
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North American Scum.
I've not been dancing in months.
I'm atrophying. I get the distinct feeling of late that I'm meant to be hibernating. I'm perpetually exhausted, surly, and demanding that Beth, shoeless and crying, bring me dripping piles of (faux)meats and bread, butter and beer by the bucketful. Fishmongering is rather physically demanding, but that's always the case, and it doesn't always push my body to become a useless fob watch that I never bother to wind.
It's also left me feeling unreasonable resentment towards the DJs of this town: nothing could possibly be queer enough for me just now, no transition even close to well matched.
I'm pining for the trashiest of London fag bars, Berlin street corners at three AM. In turn, I'm struck with the feeling I don't usually allow myself anymore, that time and space are cruel, that the vastness of distance is crushing. What a useless feeling! Missing people who are here because one day I'll miss them, longing so intensely for places that I'm going. I live in South Philadelphia, jagged and winding cathedral of brick and broken glass, in street market temples of spark and ash, under an ever burning post-industrial sky! My friends are brilliant and morally lax! And tonight, possessed by caffeine, by red wine and rum and lipstick, we go dancing!
I'm atrophying. I get the distinct feeling of late that I'm meant to be hibernating. I'm perpetually exhausted, surly, and demanding that Beth, shoeless and crying, bring me dripping piles of (faux)meats and bread, butter and beer by the bucketful. Fishmongering is rather physically demanding, but that's always the case, and it doesn't always push my body to become a useless fob watch that I never bother to wind.
It's also left me feeling unreasonable resentment towards the DJs of this town: nothing could possibly be queer enough for me just now, no transition even close to well matched.
I'm pining for the trashiest of London fag bars, Berlin street corners at three AM. In turn, I'm struck with the feeling I don't usually allow myself anymore, that time and space are cruel, that the vastness of distance is crushing. What a useless feeling! Missing people who are here because one day I'll miss them, longing so intensely for places that I'm going. I live in South Philadelphia, jagged and winding cathedral of brick and broken glass, in street market temples of spark and ash, under an ever burning post-industrial sky! My friends are brilliant and morally lax! And tonight, possessed by caffeine, by red wine and rum and lipstick, we go dancing!
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I went out for a Christmas party... some time. Recently. Last week? Perhaps. The DJ asked me what he should play. I wasn't sure whether to be flattered or insulted. I spluttered out, 'You're the DJ. How should I know what you've got? Do your job.'
I would also like to hibernate.
Hang the DJ.
Once I was walking home and cutting through the gayborhood. As I'm passing the leather bar, some gent is going inside. He opens the door: lights blaze out, angels sing, and Kelly Clarkson's Since U Been Gone fills the alleyway, the loudest thing I've ever heard. Leather daddy bears rocking out to Kelly Clarkson is unreasonably good. It was a religious experience.
Have you any guilty pleasure bands? Any bits of popular culture you stoop so far as to enjoy?
Oh, goodness. I'd have given him a list so specific he may as well have been in my employ. I dream of DJs who obey my commands.
Re: Hang the DJ.
Depends what you mean. I'll dance to anything with a beat, but that's not the same as enjoying pop culture. The reply is probably better suited to a conversation than a comment.
I could have done that, but I seriously doubt he would have had anything I may have asked for. At home I listen to proper music. I leave poptastic jigglebop to DJs, who presumably have some sort of hardwired immunity to it.
Re: Hang the DJ.
It's a date, then.
What have you been listening to lately?
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Nothing. My music is locked in my laptop and this temporary machine has had its speakers neutered. I was investigating Paula Cole, Helene Grimaud and Fleetwood Mac.
Re: Hang the DJ.
That's terrible. I'm so sorry.
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"Humans might actually be natural hibernators. There's a story of an 18 month old toddler who wandered away from home in -24 degree weather. She was found some time later, badly frostbitten, but in otherwise perfect health. Her body temperature had dropped about 50 degrees and her heartbeat slowed to 30 beats a minute. She made a full recovery. There's another story of a fellow who injured himself while hiking in the snowy mountains. He got under the snow cover and slept for 3 weeks until he was found."
Three weeks! As long as I could wear my bear hat, this sounds like a magnificent idea.
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